Sondra

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Faith

Faith

The irony of her explicit religious beliefs and her name was not lost on me as she stood there taunting me with her untouched sex. I wondered to myself how someone so innocent could be wearing that barely there string and lace seduction beneath her plain vanilla clothes. She was pure as the driven snow and just as pale with steel grey eyes and a soft pink unsure smile, standing there biting her lower lip, waiting for me to give her reason. As she struggled with a moment of fog I fed her feelings of anger and spite. Who was I to sway her from her current desires? “I’ve never done this before” she spoke quietly as doubt and her morals crept slowly back inside of her head. Anyone who knew me understood I was not about to let this beauty go to waste on reality checks and good senses.

 I stoked her anger by mentioning his name and why she was a grown woman who did not have to wait for anyone, especially him. It was a wicked move for me to make but it was also the checkmate I had wanted. The doubt in her eyes vanished only to be replaced by fire and determination. She quickly closed the last steps between us with need. As her body collided with mine and her hot flesh pressed against me, electricity tingled down my every pore and I smiled into her sweet fragrant hair knowing I had triumphed where he had failed. “One man’s mistake is another’s advantage.” I thought to myself smiling quietly. “Sometimes you just gotta have faith.” When I unhooked her bra and allowed her breast to come tumbling out she gasped and purred and I knew at that moment she was mine and would not be turning back.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

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Frustration, Self Destruction, Free Speech & Silver Linings

I recently went through a bit of hell with the masters of Google.  Some of it there fault and lot of it my fault.  After a sabbatical from my projects I returned with a vengeance and was struck down by Google and my own anger fairly quickly.  I had the typical we froze your blog due to a violation of blah blah blah and I all I saw was red.  What about my free speech?  So I reacted quickly creating a new persona and transferring my hard work over to that new persona.  It was an overreaction on my part.  If I would have let the red fade to grey and then sunlight I would have seen I did not have to go to those lengths.  In doing so and of my own stupidity I lost almost all of my photos on my blog.  My photos were important because they were half of my work. My writings were inspired or emphasized by them and now they were gone.  All of them were linked by Picasa to my old account which I angrily deleted and poof…nothing.

So after a 4 long months and with the poking and prodding of friends I have decided to return.  Taking the silver lining from the fact that most of my writings in word format were embedded with the photos I have began the monotonous project of extracting each and every one of them and adding them back to their original posts.  It will be a slow and painstaking project but at least it’s there and my frustration has passed.  I could go off on how it was my right to free speech to begin with but that serves nothing.  Moderators will not change and what’s done is done.  So here I am a bit smarter, a bit more patient and intent on returning to one of my pride and joys and that is writing erotica.

It will be a slow start. I plan to replace at least 12 pictures a day. It will take me about a month or more to return what the blog once held.  I will write now and then, continuing my Sin series. Overall I may have lost about ten percent of my work but at least the bulk is still here and I am ready to be whole and happy once again. Some of you may think it silly but it meant a lot to me and was hard to overcome.  Yes they are other peoples photos but for me it was a part of my work.  No matter though as I now plan to once again wet and harder the thoughts of those willing to read my scribble.

See you all tomorrow and the day after that and so on.

Thomas Aiden